The loneliness is suffocating. At all hours, a ringing in my ears - that undertone. In the store, in the shower, in front of the people I love. Lonely like a fist in the mouth, like netting in my diaphragm, like a rotted tooth. Everything I put in my body just feels like cotton, all smooth and numb and unsatisfying. Who am I even looking for. What do I seek. What went to bed and never woke up inside me.
it eats me alive.
i ONLY know how to express love in either dramatic, multi-page, 19th-century-style love letters OR single memes presented without commentary so jot that down
i woke up today with an image of Andrew smiling and i had to get it out of my system,,,
harry if ur reading this i love u u beautiful bitch
The closing lines of The Great Gatsby, perhaps the most enigmatic in American literature, handwritten by F. Scott Fitzgerald himself.
dear god the sheer magic of being so invested in a book you just sit and read half of it feverishly without any ability to stop, just gulping down word after word like it's water in a desert and your eyes aren't fast enough for your mind and when you reach the last page you look up and realize you're not decades and miles away but in the space of your own room,,,, truly unmatched by any other human experience
yea i drink juice when i’m killin cuz it’s fuckin delicious!
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